Poland shook his hand out, he hadn't expected Russia to be that strong. "Ow, that hurt…" he hissed under his breath. Ivan blinked when he noticed Poland behind him.
"Oh what happened to you Feliks?" he smiled. Ivan turned around to face Poland, while still gripping Prussia's wrist. Are you kidding me, is he that oblivious? Poland thought to himself and smiled. "Did you break it?"
"Tch, no you dumb brute." he stood his ground with clenched fists "I just underestimated the enemy a bit…" Feliks said much quieter. "Let go of him Russia." Prussia looked up. What was Feliks doing standing up to Russia? Poland glared at Gilbert, he looked away quickly; Russia was grinning.
"Poland, you are too rebellious for your own good. Poor thing." Russia murmured, letting go of Prussia and crossing his arms. "But, I will listen only because I have no wish to control Prussia again. He was, lacking, the first time around…" Russia smiled. Poland quickly grabbed Gilbert's wrist and pulled him closer.
"I'm only doing this for myself, your brother coming around for an explanation is the last thing I need right now." Poland hissed in his ear; but, Russia was still grinning back at him. "What?" Feliks asked carefully. Ivan turned to Lithuania and whispered something in his ear. Poland saw him walk away quietly out the side door.
Russia laced his fingers together in front of him. Poland pulled Gilbert behind him slowly. "I lie, Poland." He ducked forward and grabbed Feliks by the front of his dress. Feliks wasn't able maintain his courage this close to the country. Russia's grinning never stopped, it was reflecting off of Poland's glassy eyes. "I still have interest in you Gilbert. I am not one to give up easily. The only reason I gave up the Soviet Union was because of Alfred's paranoid behavior; it was sad to see him like that so I decided to cooperate." Ivan said with a giggle and reached past Feliks.
"Why do you always have to be such a big jerk to everyone?" Poland screamed in frustration, kicking Russia in the knee. Ivan let go accidentally of him. Poland tucked in his head and tackled the large country. It felt like hitting a brick wall and Feliks' ears started ringing. He saw Russia stumble.
"Uhf…Польша." Russia gasped before falling over. That had hurt a little bit, strange. It was probably a good thing that he had sent Lithuania back home. He didn't want Toris to even think it was possible to rebel against him. Toris was, the only one left. "You want to know why I bully my provinces? It is merely a philosophy Poland." Russia stood back up, still slightly dizzy. "Take them in weak, restrict their rights while providing new ones. Enforce those restrictions with severe consequences; and, never show them weakness." Russia murmured. Poland and Prussia stared at him. "Do that and you'll have many who will aid you and never defy your control."
Польша=Poland I think